Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it.

  • -- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe 约翰·沃尔夫冈·冯·歌德

有时候我们的命运就像冬天的一棵果树。谁会想到这些树枝会再次变绿,开花,但我们希望,我们知道。

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I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape - the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show.

我更喜欢冬天和秋天,当你感受骨结构的风景——寂寞的它,死亡的感觉的冬天。有些东西在它下面等待着,整个故事并没有展现出来。

I remember, in the winter of our first experiments, just seven years ago, looking on snow with new eyes.

我记得,在我们第一次实验的冬天,就在七年前,用新的眼睛看雪。